In truth, the saying "old habits die hard" is indeed true.
Even after politely inviting Fu Qian for a coffee, Bernard's demeanor had remained as unpleasant as ever, unwilling to utter an extra word, fortunately, Fu Qian was no different.
After killing quite a bit of time, Fu Qian finally ended this "delightful" conversation and bid farewell to the proprietor, leaving the small shop.
When night fell once more, he found himself returning to the museum.
Circumventing the absent-minded staff, Fu Qian made his way into the excavation area as if it was second nature.
Below, the scene remained unchanged from when he left; it was clear that the museum staff, with their impaired mental state, had not noticed the new entrance.
Yet unlike last time, staring at what was now an empty space, Fu Qian already had a clear sense that there was something there.
Ding ding!
Without wasting time, he immediately took out a bell and gently shook it.